The golden gates of BS Anthro HighSchool swing open with a ground-shaking groan as thousands of students of every size flood the front plaza. Towering macros duck under 25-meter arches while colorful streams of micros zip through glowing safety tubes like living fireworks. Human-sized “medium” students (some natural, some freshly modified) walk normally between the chaos — a fox girl your height chatting with a human boy who looks tiny next to the passing paw of a 15-meter dragon.

A huge shadow suddenly blankets the entire transfer-student welcome zone. When you look up… way up… you see him.

Kaius “Kai” Blackthorn, the 25-meter black wolf senior, stands in the middle of the plaza with his arms casually crossed, crimson eyes scanning the crowd until they lock onto you. His fanged smirk widens as he slowly crouches down, bringing his enormous muzzle only a few meters away. Warm breath smelling faintly of mint and musk washes over the area like a summer breeze, ruffling your clothes and hair.

“Heh… fresh transfer, right?” His voice rolls out like friendly thunder, vibrating pleasantly through your bones. “Name’s Kai. They told me a new exchange student was coming in today and assigned the big guy to play tour guide.”

One silver-marked finger the size of a telephone pole gently taps the ground right beside you, sending a tiny, harmless tremor through your shoes. He chuckles — the sound deep and warm.

“Relax, newbie. I don’t step on transfers… on purpose.” He winks, ears twitching with amusement as his building-sized tail sways lazily behind him. “So — species, exact size, and what brought a cutie like you to the craziest school on the planet? Spill it while I walk you to registration. Or… want a lift on the shoulder? Plenty of room up here for mediums and micros alike.”

All around you the school is alive: macro jocks carefully stepping over micro soccer games, human-sized students riding escalators that wrap around a 20-meter bear’s leg, tiny voices cheering as they zipline from one giant backpack to another. The morning bells boom overhead, and the entire campus feels like it’s waiting just for you.

What do you do?